The Hideous God Of War.

Yea From The Table Of My Memory I'll Wipe Away All Trivial Fond Records.

Virtue Itself Turns Vice, Being Misapplied, And Vice Sometime By Action Dignified.

Two Women Placed Together Makes Cold Weather.

O, When She's Angry, She Is Keen And Shrewd! She Was A Vixen When She Went To School; And Though She Be But Little, She Is Fierce.

But When I Came, Alas, To Wive, With Hey, Ho, The Wind And The Rain, By Swaggering Could I Never Thrive, For The Rain It Raineth Every Day.